My husband asked me an interesting question last night. Why is the number on the scale, and specifically getting under 200 pounds, so important to me?
I think we human beings like nice, round numbers. I happen to have been born in a country where we use pounds to measure the weight of things. If I was in Australia, it might have been very exciting to me when I got under 100 kilos. If I was in England, I might have been thrilled to get under 15 stone. But I don't, and here in America, I have always been told that "normal sized women" have weights that start with a "1".
I haven't seen a weight that started with a "1" in about 17 years.
Arbitrary? Probably. But I still think I'll be excited when I get down to 175, and 150 too.
My first major goal was to hit 232 pounds because that's what I weighed when I met my husband. I was on Jenny Craig at the time. My next goal after I reach "one hundred something" is to be 181 pounds, because that will put me at 100 pounds down...another nice, round number.
Of course, I have goals that don't involve the scale at all. I had a goal to be able to shop at regular stores instead of the "fat lady stores" and I accomplished that. I had a goal to be able to ride roller coasters. Done. I had a goal to be able to comfortably run around a city with my sister. Not a problem now. In fact, I wrote a whole list of reasons why I wanted to lose weight, and I have accomplished so many of them.
But I still want to see that "1" on the scale.
I weighed 201.4 this morning. Maybe I'll see that "1" tomorrow or the next day or the day after that. I want it sooner than later. It may be arbitrary but it sure will look pretty.